They told me to pack my bag for a day if we decide to go ahead. Identifying them was not a big deal as we had each other’s numbers. They were sittin... in the smoker’s section. Sunil was in casuals. Ramya was wearing a knitted top and skirt.They must be in their mid-30s. Ramya was looking pretty. Not a bombshell but nevertheless she is attractive.We started off with exchanging pleasantries and then moved into other topics. Then I brought this topic and asked if they were comfortable discussing. The booth is fairly deep, but sitting at the end of it, anyone could see what was happening under our table. Hubby kisses my earlobe and whispers how much he loves me; he’s loving this as much as I am. I give his cock a squeeze. The server arrives with some bread and we order some wine while we peruse the menu. He returns with our wine & asks if we’ve decided. I’m still not sure what to order so hubby orders first. When my turn to order comes, I look down at the menu one last time and just as. It worked. My rage gave me more than enough strength to lift the TV and slide it into the back of the Jeep. I decided to take one last look around the apartment to make sure I hadn't left anything I could do without. I grabbed a few more knickknacks and was doing a final sweep when she walked in. She took one look at me and burst into tears."So this is the way you handle our problems?" she screamed. "You just grab your shit and slink off somewhere?" I didn't say a word. I was too close to tears. Imagine you're one ofyour favorite pornstars. Be like them, like you're taking on a huge cockand you're undaunted. Imagine what they must feel, that mixture of fearand excitement. But above all, the need to please their man, the need topleasure the Alpha. This is what you were born to do. Be like them!"The words sunk in, making an indelible mark on my weed-addled brain. Iimagined myself as some blonde bimbo pornstar who was feasting on dick.I could be like them if I tried. I could be that hot.